Meeting the Thrones

As usual, Azrael kept walking forward, completely ignoring my surprise. I quickly followed behind him, walking down the stairs as I stared at the several layers of clouds surrounding the space.

'Am I going to be judged for my sins here...?'

I swear I tried to live as righteously as possible, but after I transmigrated, I "might" have gone a little off the range of "righteous" and jumped to "self-righteous" instead.

As we walked forward, Azrael came to the small stage on the lowest side before kneeling on one knee.

"God, I have come here to request..."

However, before he could finish his words, he suddenly turned quiet. Every now and then, he was saying, "Yes, My Lord," or "As you wish." However, I couldn't hear anything, nor see anyone talking to him.

The other angels around were just sitting down firmly, playing their instruments, and creating a peaceful melody, like some relaxation BGM.